I saw Killing Joke in 1989. To give you a sense of how long ago this was, The Red Hot Chili Peppers opened up for them, the Peppers’ first tour with their “classic” Blood Sugar Sex Magic lineup. It was an outdoor event, held in a soccer practice field at Rutgers University.
The Peppers were received politely but hadn’t really built up a repertoire of memorable songs at that point (the cover of Hendrix’s “Fire” got the biggest response). Setting the scene, Killing Joke had merch and posters all over the place, all sporting their signature surrealist/brutalist occult imagery.
The field was at the bottom of a hill, and a long and winding driveway. The sun was going down as the Jokers took to the stage. They were accompanied by an escort of students carrying torches. The band were all dressed in black leather and Jaz Coleman was smothered in black warpaint. The PA system blared some hellish sounding pipe music.
I don’t know what force intervened but the fuse was cut when the band took the stage and the sound was an inaudible hash. The band seemed to be giving it their all but all you hear was a tinny, undifferentiated din.
And it’s a bloody good thing too. Because had the full power of that band blasted into the night after that pre-show display there’s no telling what could have happened. I had seen them a few years before in Boston and the violence in the pit was downright atavistic.
Night Force of course being a cautionary tale about unleashing the forces that Killing Joke were toying with that night…
There’s been a lot of theorizing and research done on the intelligence agencies and their involvement in the counterculture(s), a lot of it interesting, a lot of it not. One of the mistakes made in researching this nexus is misunderstanding what the black magicians of projects like MK Ultra were really after.
Assuming they were after simple mind control, whose techniques have long been known and practiced, is the first mistake. Television, religion and the public school system were and are already highly effective mind control techniques. Cults had been incubators for mind control techniques for a very long time, highly effective ones at that.
I think what they were really after – and could never tell their paymasters in Congress- were ways of weaponizing the subtle powers of the mind. It’s exactly why the government sent the skeptic groups (all of whom were reliant on government income in one way or another) to put the lid back on when people like Andrija Puharich wandered off the reservation and started telling the public what they were in fact after.
I think this kind of “mind control”– suppressing the potentials of the mind to step outside of the linear boundaries of time and space– is the unspoken driving force behind so much of our history and politics.
I think the first Conan film (written by the great Hollywood iconoclast John Milius) was, like Night Force, an allegory of bizarre goings-on in the Intelligence world in the 50s and 60s. The contexts are obviously different but you see the same critique that there may have been more at work in some corners of the 60s counterculture than some are prepared to admit.
For instance, Owsley Stanley was horrified by Ken Kesey’s “acid tests”, calling them out — accurately, in this writer’s opinion– as exercises in black magic. Whether this was intentional or Kesey was such a brain-fried basketcase that he stumbled on the formula is anyone’s case. The evidence is inconclusive.
Certainly many of the original movers and shakers of the hippie scene- the actual counterculture, not the counterfeit counterculture that arose in the late 60s– saw which way the winds were blowing and tried to kill of the Hippie meme during the “Summer of Love” with the notorious “Death of Hippie” action, just as the major media was turning its focus on Haight-Asbury.
It didn’t work. The free-wheeling, untamed, self-sufficient hippie would be replaced with a tamed, leashed counterfeit, one all wrapped up in the Globalist agenda. The same process would repeat itself with every counterculture that arose in reaction. A few weirdos coalesce and create a movement which is almost instantly coopted by the money men and replaced with a toothless imposter. Which seems to be all that’s left now.
But the original freaks couldn’t compete with the power of the networks and other media giants who would summon tens of thousands of fucked up kids to California in search of hippie Nirvana, only to find predators, STDs and shitty homemade drugs.
There was a two headed hydra at work. Unleashing chaos in the streets- the feeling of being of being invaded by an alien force- roused the “Silent Majority” from its self-satisfied idealist idyll and put Richard Nixon in the White House, smack dab in the middle of the Aquarian Age.*
But there also were experiments being done through the Stanford Research Institute and other venues, seeking to harness this youthful energy and see how weird it could get. And trying to determine whether that weirdness could be weaponized, as we saw in Night Force.
We probably shouldn’t be surprised that the forces of darkness soon stomped all over the flower beds of the Aquarian starchildren. Anton LaVey unleashed the satanic virus while his lieutentant Michael Aquino measured its effects for the US Army’s mindfucker units.
We’re stuck in a 70s loop so the flower children stuff still seems resonant but the actual, documented fact is that the psychedelic era was extremely short-lived as a mass movement and was arguably simply a feeder project for the Jesus Freak movement, which in turn fed into the Religious Right in very short order. I remember all of this happening when I was a kid.
People who were actually on the street in SF and LA will tell you how quickly acid and pot gave way to STP, angel dust and bathtub speed, creating an army of instant drug casualties ripe for exploitation. And anyone who was alive in the 70s will remember how widespread the Evangelical revival was and how it came with the testimony of the recovered drug casualty. How strange that part of the story seems to have been expunged from the conspiracy lexicon.
Jacques Vallee’s diaries of the early 70s paint Church of Satan guru Anton LaVey as a somewhat deflated, defeated figure. Did he realize that he was puffed up simply to play the scapegoat in a large-scale Mystery Play, one that led- as Vallee also documents- to armies of Evangelicals combing the streets of Los Angeles gathering up hippies for the new Great Awakening?
This isn’t meant to bash Evangelicals, simply to point out that none of us are immune to the forces of history. But it does grate on my nerves how this history seems to have been expunged from the conspiracy lexicon, for entirely ideological reasons.
ANOMALY
In the age of Beardy and Baldy (Alan Moore and Grant Morrison for the uninitated), all this kind of madness is standard fare for comics. But Night Force came out in 1982, when the average comic reader was 15 years old and most comics were still sold on the newsstand. It was only Marv Wolfman’s clout as the writer/editor of DC’s top selling title that allowed him to dig into such esoteric topics, and even then it only lasted 14 issues.
He got even more esoteric, and delved into even thornier political topics. It seems remarkable in hindsight, but goes to show how accommodating the Kahn/Giordano regime were to valued creators.
Besides being a great comic and a great artifact of its time (it’s best read not in reprint form but in its original presentation, so you can appreciate the wild contradiction of occult subject matter and toy and candy advertisements- plus, the coloring in the reprints is atrocious) Night Force also feels like a kind of prophecy of our times. It was too far ahead of its time, too challenging for a still-young audience- though Wolfman notes that it sold well on the newsstand (almost certainly outselling anything on the stands today).
* Can you think of somewhere else where this process may be in the process of repeating itself? Especially anyone familiar with the actual agenda behind the European project (or European history for that matter)?
† Last night I was doing my meditations and just letting go and following the music when suddenly I was in a hotel room, walking towards a sliding glass door and looking down at a busy city street.It only lasted a couple seconds but it was as real as sitting here typing. It was a room I’d never seen before. I had a few other flashes, less dramatic but still pretty intense. I wasn’t thinking about anything to bring that image into my mind – it burst into my mind like like a bomb going off. It took a while to get my pulse and blood pressure back down. This is nothing to experienced astral travelers, I’m sure, but pretty mind-boggling when you’re not even trying…
NOTE: A short storyline draws on The Outer Limits; it has an apartment complex whose residents are kept prisoner by a Lovecraftian creature who provides for their needs but won’t let them leave. One by one they go insane. Baron Winters sends a sociopathic career criminal to the building to deal with the monster. For some reason it feels like someone in the X-Files writers’ room read that story…